Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.